He was the alpha.
He had done everything not to die.
He kept everything stable. That kept him alive.
He now lay on the snow covered lichen, She held him.
He thought she was brilliant. So was her smile. He wanted to be its cause.
He now wants to see her clearly. The glasses made his vision darker.
He's happy. She's with him. He's sad. The same reason.
He tries to comfort her. Hey… Smile… She wept.
He wants to tell her how he feels.
He doesn't though.
He quickens.
Ironic.
First work ever! would love some reviews :-)
i was inspired to write this by "Funebre" by ThinkingCAPSLOCK. love those three, everything they write is canon as far as i'm concerned.